"I dreamed last night of a shining star guiding me from the wilds and into safety.  Then I woke and saw that star beside me..  Damn I'm lucky."

Gardo seems dour and clumsy with words until you put a couple of shots of good whiskey in him, then the bit of bard in his nature appears.  His dark hair over lightly tanned skin married with curious green eyes,

"I fit in well with the city, but I get that whiff of forest air and I just want to howl and run wild."

Away from the civility of stone walls and paved streets, Gardo lets go enjoying the fresh air and the hint of danger behind any tree or bush and goes a bit feral..